Chapter 1 : Great Summer
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Hermione rummaged through her closet looking for something to wear, finally settling on a baby blue button up shirt, khaki shorts, flip flops, and a baby blue bandanna to keep her hair out of her face. When she went downstairs, she was greeted by the wonderful smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.
"Morning!" Hermione happily greeted her grandparents as she sat down at the kitchen table.
"Good morning dear." Her grandma greeted.
"'Mia, I'm glad you're here; there's something we need to talk about." Her grandpa said.
"Ok." Hermione said as she poured syrup all over her stack of pancakes.
"We're not as young as we used to be, so your grandma and I decided that we need some help around here."
"Isn't that part of why I'm here?" Hermione asked.
"Well yes, but we need someone who can really get a lot of work done. We're telling you this because I think you know the young man we've hired."
"Really; what's his name?"
"Umm..." Hermione's grandpa looked at her grandma.
"Draco Malfoy is his name."
Hermione spit her orange juice out, "Malfoy?!"
"You do know him." Her grandmother smiled.
"You don't like him?"
"You could say that."
"Sorry sweetie, but he seemed the best qualified.” Her grandfather smiled at her sympathetically.
"I have to spend my entire summer with him?"
"I'm afraid so."
Hermione banged her head on the table, "This was supposed to be a good summer."
Hermione's grandfather chuckled, "He seemed like a very nice young man; maybe you'll get to be friends by the summer's end."
Hermione scoffed, "Yea right."
Her grandma looked at her watch, "He should be here within the hour."
Hermione finished her juice, "I'm gonna go sulk in my room."
Her grandparents smiled as she trudged up the stairs.
Hermione fell onto her bed, "This summer is so going to suck!"
Draco Malfoy pulled his car into the driveway of his new home for the summer. He got out of the car and looked around. He was surrounded by millions of wheat fields on all four sides of him.
"How in the Hell did I end up here? Oh yea, I told my father to go fuck himself."
Draco sighed and grabbed all his bags from his trunk. He walked up to the front door and took a deep breath, "Be charming Draco."
He knocked on the door.
An older woman with grayish hair answered the door, "You must be Draco; please come in!"
"Thank you ma'am."
Draco stepped inside and was greeted by another person, "Hello, I'm Richard, and this is my wife Anna."
"Nice to meet you sir, I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco shook Richard's hand.
"Please, come into the kitchen." Richard said.
"Are you hungry?"
"No sir, I ate breakfast on the way, thank you."
"Ok. You'll probably want to get settled before we go over everything. I'll have my granddaughter show you to your room."
’Granddaughter?’ Draco thought. ‘This summer might not be so bad.’
"'Mia!" Richard called up the stairs.
Draco heard a door open and shut, followed by footsteps coming down the stairs. He smiled as the view in front of him got better and better the further up his eyes traveled. His smiled vanished when he saw her face, "Granger?!"
Hermione gave him a death look, "Malfoy."
"What the fu…" He realized where he was and cleared his throat.
Hermione's grandparents chuckled.
"Hermione, will you show Draco to his room?" Anna asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Yea, yea; this way."
Draco followed her up the stairs never taking his eyes off her ass, "What the hell happened to you?"
Hermione didn't bother to turn around, "What are you talking about?"
"You look different." Draco smirked.
"The only time you ever saw me was at school in those dumb uniforms. I should hope that I look different." She said, cringing at the memory of having to wear the same clothes every day for the past three years.
”Touché.” Draco said, "What the hell are you doing here, anyway?"
"This is my grandparent's house; I'm staying for the summer."
"Great, just what I need to ruin my summer."
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and spun around to face him; Draco almost ran into her.
"Listen here, you little creep; if I'd known you were coming, I wouldn’t have! This is my house, so you better keep your distance!”
"Whoa there tiger retract the claws. I was just trying to get a rise out of you, and apparently it worked."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Yes ma'am."
Hermione gritted her teeth, but turned around and kept walking down the hall, "This is my grandparent's room, this is your room, this is the bathroom, and this is my room."
She went straight to her room, "So stay away!" She slammed the door.
Draco opened the door to his room, "Oh yea, this is going to be a great summer."
To be continued…
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